All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I glanced around.“Yamata?”“Are you serious, Jayden?”“Come on, man!”Various voices remarked as the group closed in, as if we were having some kind of powwow on a team call.“We don’t play with cops, fellas. Yamata likes gifts. Give him some. It’ll pay off during the slow days.”Heads were bobbing, gazes were sweeping.I turned back to the device connecting me to a man I didn’t know, didn’t recognize, and couldn’t put in any box.He got quiet.The room I was in fell silent too.The next words, from either side, would change everything. This was it. The game was done.“Take me off speaker, Marcus.”I glanced up. My men stepped back and left the room. I turned. Barry and Shaw were entering the back room.Both doors shut.I glanced down at my phone.“Speak.”The device was still on my table. Speaker on.“I’ll be in the city tonight.”I froze.“I need to

Jayden’s POV.Before my talk with Rina ended, I had already decided to see my brother. I had just finalized my travel plans when my baby sister texted me about Leon’s location – Marcus’ office.I had listened in, through Marcus’ phone, on their conversation. Some part was too low, but the duration of the silence and the words afterward suggested to me that something personal had happened.As I listened to my dark one break every item in his office, that’s what it sounded like, letting my mind see the room, playing a private game of ‘guess the item’ with myself, my heart filled.I still hadn’t been quite sure what with, as I adjusted my movements for the night, sending quick messages to my team on the ground, both where I was in Orlando, and where I had to be in less than three hours, New York, as my man worked his rage out on inanimate objects.I understood that. If someone waltzed into and out of my crime base, asking for the location of my fuck b

But as time passed, I considered that she just didn’t want outsiders to know anything about our family. Even today, I liaised with people, with human beings, more than she did. Our team was small, but even when she communicated with them, she used voice modifiers, and never showed her face.Less than ten people knew who she was. Even some who saw her regularly, on our team, thought she was just another worker. They didn’t know she was their boss.Before that last time, my memories of Kyle were of a teenager.Now, I was looking at a thirty plus year old male specimen.Kyle Malroy was, indeed, his father’s son.He cracked a smile. It seemed stiff, but his eyes were clear, on me. Focused. Trembling slightly.My lips parted.His gaze moved to the building I was standing in front of, then came back to me.I thought he was going to start talking about designs and crafting, but he nodded in my direction, toward the closet that was beh

“One week, Marcus. Give me till Sunday. I’ll have him pinned. By next week –”He was holding me. Against his chest.I closed my eyes. My heart was racing; my ears were filled with a buzzing sound. I buried my face in his neck and shut the fuck up.His skin was hot, but I considered that to have more to do with him than with me.He was doing that thing he did so well. Saying everything without uttering a word.That was worse for me. His silence. I hated it.Others used it as a weapon, a form of attack on their opponent. But my dark one used it as a defense. He was hiding his thoughts, his feelings, his considerations. From me. I didn’t like that.I inhaled, and that fucking scent filled my nostrils and went straight to my brain.It was something his wife had given him. It had to be. It was something women liked, and there were no women around Marcus Sullivan who would dare give him something so personal.He must have

I swallowed. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t respond.“Lift your hips if you see me, Adrian.”I stared.Then, I moved. But I was shaking too strongly. I didn’t quite make it.His arms went down. He lifted my legs. Both of them. I gasped.He stopped moving his rod. His entire body stilled.I blinked.I croaked.He adjusted himself. My knees came within my sight. I exhaled. His tip was at my entrance; I could feel his precum sliding into me.My chest was starting to hurt with how hard my heart was racing.Suddenly, I understood. It came to me, and the words came out. “I see you, Dexter,” I whispered.He shot into me, and I responded in equal gusto.He pounded into me as if trying to leave a mark in my deepest place. I cried out like I don’t recall ever having done, raising my lower half as much as I could to get him as deep as was possible.He wasn’t quiet either.I felt sorry for the pe